Uriel sulked in the back seat. He'd been doing so ever since his dad had told him that they were moving to Wyoming. He hadn't agreed to this. Who in Wyoming even knew that he existed? His friends were all back home. Well, that wasn't quite right. He'd been so angry lately that he'd somehow managed to piss off the few friends he did have. All but two. His boyfriends. Matt and Calvin. The only two who really had any legitimate reason to be pissed at him, should they ever find out about one another. He hadn't set out to be two-timing. It had just turned out that way. They had both been so perfect and he'd loved them both so much that he couldn't stand not being with both. And he couldn't stand the thought of loosing either of them.
The house they rolled up to was a big, fine, two story wooden mini-mansion with a large garden. A whole other class then the shack that they'd come from. But as their old house was practical, central and modern, this place had pealing paint, faulty plumbing and needed a lot of repair. That's why it'd been so cheep.
Over the next few days, they did nothing but hammer and build. Or at least the others did. Uriel just lay around in his new room, reading comic-books. Or the room he and both his brothers were still fighting over getting. Currently they were all shearing while the other rooms were being fixed. While they worked, he lay on his bed chatting with his boyfriends. Both at the same time, completely unaware of one another. He enjoyed his little game of having then both send him flirty, naked and even at times down right kinky pictures of themselves, which he'd then forward to the other with a message like,
“Look at this cute guy I found pictures of!” or “I'd love to see you try something dirty like this.” And they both fell for it with,
“Oh, he looks hot!” and “I'd love you to do that to me.” Having the two of them essentially sexting each other without knowing about this scandal made Urial so excited.